"So what's up man?
Cooling man"
"Chilling chilling?"
"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"
"Why?"
"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play something right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang again?"
"Ah yeah, again and again!"

[sounds of fighting]

[RZA] Wu-Tang [bad word] at you, protect your neck kid, so set it off the Inspector Deck
[Meth] watch your step kid [8X]

[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier
The [bad word] raiser, raising [bad word] with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the [bad word] I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
you battle, you're saying Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it going on pal, call me the rap assassinator [bad word] and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'm gonna get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, [bad word] like math!
So if you wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit you with sixteen shots and more I got
Going to war with the melting pot hot

[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Moving on your left, ah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, [bad word] me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that [bad word] out the frame
And like Fame, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossing over, but they don't know no better
But I do, [bad word]  can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-oh
I mean oh, you check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me [cough]

[U-God]
Oh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Ow, [bad word] my Shaolin style
Sloop, B. A. Buh-B. Y. U
to my crew with the "sue"

[Interlude]
watch your step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty [bad word]  c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, you best protect your neck

[Ol Dirty [bad word] 
First things first man you're [bad word] with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a [bad word] nurse
I'll attack any [bad word] who's slack in his [bad word] fully packed with a [bad word] stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty [bad word] straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any [bad word] to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down that [bad word] packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty [bad word] is dirty and stinking
Ason, unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rolling with a stash
ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your [bad word] [bad word] 

[Ghostface Killah]
For crying out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back [bad word] with [bad word] that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting star
'cause who I am is dim in the ligh